Tien Kaze – Age 22, Japanese-German American – Most resembles Jay Kim from The Trax

….Where do I even begin. First off, let me begin with saying that I’m not antisocial. Yes, I may have a quick temper. And yes, I may have disrespectful attitude towards the elderly. But I actually care about my fellow neighbors contrary to reports that I’m a domestic terrorist. But when journalists are in the government’s pockets…I guess you’ll believe anything.

Anywho…my name is Tien Kaze. I’m half white, half Japanese. And if any of you don’t know what its like to grow up with Jehovah Witness parents, let me spare you the details by saying that it’s simply horrible. Let me explain. My grandfather, Masa-sama was a first-generation Japanese American. On the weekends and over the summer, I’d spend time with him. Turns out my Japanese ancestors were outstanding samurais. So yeah, I used to sleep on stories about my samurai heritage and even learned shotoken karate from my grandpa. But being that my mom and dad are peace-loving religious fanatics, well I’m sure you can sense the tension there conflicting with my love for martial arts.

So in my junior year of high school at this unofficially segregated school made up of stereotypes, I get into a series of fights. It was kind of like the straw the broke the camels back. At that time, I made up my mind to quit everything and pursue the journey to Japan. It was just one of things, ya know…Like, I wasn’t born to be a Jehovah Witness. Or live a mundane 9 to 5 life. I believe in fate. I believe I was meant for something more. My grandfather told me that there was a family who taught my ancestors a secret art of swordsmanship. The family is still active but out of the way in rural Hokkaido. My grandfather’s blessing was all I needed to embark on my quest.

Oburo Yagami is the name of the sensei who took me in. With the help of him and my sparring partner, the ever-pious Tatsuya Moritani, I become quite the martial artist and swordsmen. I learn discipline and begin the shred…or rather, not shred…but more so atone from my rebellious past. But as the years pass, I begin to think of my parents. I mean…I did run away from home. But before I got a chance to apologize and explain myself, something tragic happens. The pain of regret was unbearable. I don’t have any ambitions. I don’t have a path that I’m following. But after a brutal turn of events and coincidences, I have no choice but to deal with a conflict that began over hundred years before I was even born.